Thy word is like a garden, Lord, with flowers bright and fair;
And everyone who seeks may pluck a lovely cluster there.
Thy word is like a deep, deep mine; and jewels rich and rare
Are hidden in its mighty depth for every searcher there.

Thy word is like a starry host: a thousand rays of light
Are seen to guide the traveler, and make his pathway bright.
Thy word is like an armory, where soldiers may repair,
And find for life's long battle day, all needful weapons there.

O may I love Thy precious word, may I explore the mine,
May I its fragrant flowers glean, may light upon me shine.
O may I find my armor there, Thy word my trusted sword;
I'll learn to fight with every foe the battle of the Lord.

Edwin Hodder